don't you drop dead why don't You drop dead Why don't you drop dead why don't You drop dead Why don't you drop dead why don't You drop dead Why don't
翻訳: 宇宙. くたばる.
Why don't you drop dead Why don't you drop dead Why don't you drop dead Why don't you drop dead Why don't you drop dead Why don't you drop dead Why don
them restless snakes Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody? The kind of nigga that's gone end up being a dead
[Intro: Scarface talking] oooohh, yo Vice drop this heat dog, ugh hit the bass line, yo Vice what you're doin' man straight up, ugh [Verse 1: Scarface
of dead people Wrist game mean, mother pearl so evil Christian Louboutin, sucker for a sneaker Pull up in Pakistan like I'm Evel Knievel Air raid Jackson, I stay spaced
man P Diddy, the moment you all been waitin' for Murder yeah, ha ha yeah What y'all riffin' about, hang em like they did in the South Dead wit ya dick
me 'Cause the motherfucking turf is the place to be Where hella niggas get shot at So you'd better pop back or your ass getting dropped, black 'Cause
road to pity We just Passed integrity Pull the plug, put us Out of this aural misery Giving a new meaning to Flogging a dead horse... so we All agree Please drop
don't wanna follow my lead, I got a foursome To keep the competition inline you gotta scorch 'em Fire engine red and that drop head Haters drop dead
and barely seein A critically blaze, biblical plague in amaze Riddle the box, smmothered in cops Sky hugger, Space Jam, slam in the blizzard of rocks A space
gon' leave you with expensive bullets Ain't non of y'all better than lox Have all of y'all dressed up in a suit dead in a box Me and my niggas get redder
while he potty training i ain't playing, i'm truly the worst simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead
shorty while he potty training i ain't playing, i'm truly the worst simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead
Joe the God's really bringin' it back I'm from my days and legends, since age eleven I was the cause of dope fiends catchin' AIDS infections Most of us are dead
ambulance But now I'm there too many dead brain cells Runnin' 'round inside my head That's when I died my eyes were blood shot red Now picture me dead
Yo, I bought that album man, it's wack man I'm tellin' you, I don't like it I'ma be honest man, honest? I'm dead up, I'm serious, serious? I don't feel
some linen Take a courts on winning, forts of women Monday through Friday the Porsche is driven Change the Range to Thursdays, put that away Hard top Wednesdays, drop
